My Daughter-in-Law’s Vivid Interior Life

Today I fever-dreamed a meeting with the secret fifth Shea boy, who had been taken at birth and raised by Faeries. The Faeries had wiped your memories of him. He knew magic and had some fantastical-sounding faery name that I can’t remember now. We got along great though.

Actually, I remember everything. Never liked the kid and really needed the faerie gold at the time for some old gambling debts. Never understood why the Man with the Thistledown Hair insisted on taking my pinky finger too. Oh well, what could it hurt?

If that isn’t a clue to have Shea mark #5 I don’t know what is! “Joseph was told in a dream . . ” “Magi were told in a dream . . ” “Daniel explained the dream . . .”

Faerie . . . the most real of things. We need, afterall, two for Rev 11:8 . . . might as well be a Shea.

Brian

Extra points for the Mr Norrell reference! My wife got me to read it and I thoroughly loved it!

We say that my youngest daughter Fiona is a Changeling in my house. There’s something very…fey about her. Just this morning my wife remarked that there’s something predatory about her biggest grin, with all the teeth showing. I rebutted that it was just the faerie showing through.

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